Chapter 5270 Isabel Intervenes
- Jared's eyes hardened—he was a breath from igniting his own blood essence when a cool voice drifted from above. “Drystan, bullying the weak—does that title still sound noble in your ears?”
- Before Drystan's threat could finish echoing through the square, a flash of white streaked past like a startled swan. Isabel's cane snapped upward, spilling a storm of silver strands that rained down as razors. The seemingly soft filaments sliced through the golden-armored formation, flinging four guards across the flagstones and leaving them sprawled, unconscious and bleeding.
- Drystan's pupils contracted. He stared at the unexpected woman in plain robes and blurted, “Isabel? What in heaven's name are you doing here?”